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“Come over tonight?”
(She shouldn’t have asked that. She should’ve let Robin go home to her room, far away from Nancy who is like a poison, sucking the life out of Robin, slowly killing her like she does with everyone else. But Robin is pretty and bruised and Nancy just can’t help herself.)
“I-Yeah. Yes. I get off at six, I’ll have to go home and grab some stuff.”
“You could bike straight to mine? I mean, I have clothes you can wear. A toothbrush you can use.”
“You’re gonna let me use your toothbrush?”
“Jesus, Robin, no. I have an extra.”
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Nancy has so much guilt, Robin is going to help her.
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someday we will all be lying on our backs (free at last from income tax) by paddingtonfan69
Fandoms: Agatha All Along (TV)
30 Nov 2024
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They’re staring at each other over the now evenly stacked forms at the table. Agatha’s mask has fully slipped and Rio is fascinated by what’s underneath it, an unruly sort of anger, a sharp passion. Agatha looks like she wants to tear Rio from limb to limb. And Rio, god help her, would probably let her.
“Moving on to property taxes…”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Agatha lets out. “Don’t you have a life?”
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Rio is the best IRS agent in her field. Agatha refuses to pay her taxes. A love story for the ages.
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- Part 1 of death and taxes
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it snows in wiskayok after the yellowjackets come home
(jackieshauna weekend day 1: post rescue reconciliation)
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Finally, Shauna lets go of the breath she’s been holding for what feels like an hour - and turns around. She tries her absolute best to contain her dread.
Jackie. Fucking. Taylor.
“What the fuck are you doing in my fucking apartment, Shipman?”
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following the aftermath of jeff and shauna's affair, shauna goes to brown and jackie goes to rutgers. then laura lee basically parent traps them.
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“There’s an empty seat a few rows ahead, I’m sure you’d prefer it there,” Agatha says in a sugary tone, pointing a patronizing finger like she’s teaching a child their left from right.
The woman tilts her head. “You mean the one next to the lizard guy with the neck tattoo? That’s where you’d like me to sit?”
Yes, exactly. Agatha thinks, rather rudely.
“Yes, exactly!” she praises condescendingly. “I’m so glad we’re on the same page.”
The woman doesn’t budge. Even worse, she’s sporting an infuriating smirk, like she sees right through Agatha’s bravado and is waiting for it to crack.
Agatha closes her eyes. Is the universe out to get her this weekend? Has she not suffered enough aboard this sardine tin on wheels?
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OR: Agatha is alone on a train—a wildfire in her eyes, teeth bared in challenge.
Rio dares to sit beside her, warms her hands on the flames, unafraid of the sting.